Part 5 The Discovery Chapter 4

The Ministrations of a Half-forgotten One

Eustacia\'s journey was at first as vague in direction as that of thistledown on the wind. She did not know what to do. She wished it had been night instead of morning, that she might at least have borne her misery without the possibility of being seen. Tracing mile after mile along between the dying ferns and the wet white spiders\' webs, she at length turned her steps towards her grandfather\'s house. She found the front door closed and locked. Mechanically she went round to the end where the stable was, and on looking in at the stable door she saw Charley standing within.

\'Captain Vye is not at home?\' she said.

\'No, ma\'am,\' said the lad in a flutter of feeling; \'he\'s gone to Weatherbury, and won\'t be home till night. And the servant is gone home for a holiday. So the house is locked up.\'

Eustacia\'s face was not visible to Charley as she stood at the doorway, her back being to the sky, and the stable but indifferently lighted; but the wildness of her manner arrested his attention. She turned and walked away across the enclosure to the gate, and was hidden by the bank.

When she had disappeared Charley, with misgiving in his eyes, slowly came from the stable door, and going to another point in the bank he looked over. Eustacia was leaning against it on the outside, her face covered with her hands, and her head pressing the dewy heather which bearded the bank\'s outer side. She appeared to be utterly indifferent to the circumstance that her bonnet, hair, and garments were becoming wet and disarranged by the moisture of her cold, harsh pillow. Clearly something was wrong.

Charley had always regarded Eustacia as Eustacia had regarded Clym when she first beheld him--as a romantic and sweet vision, scarcely incarnate. He had been so shut off from her by the dignity of her look and the pride of her speech, except at that one blissful interval when he was allowed to hold her hand, that he had hardly deemed her a woman, wingless and earthly, subject to household conditions and domestic jars. The inner details of her life he had only conjectured. She had been a lovely wonder, predestined to an orbit in which the whole of his own was but a point; and this sight of her leaning like a helpless, despairing creature against a wild wet bank filled him with an amazed horror. He could no longer remain where he was. Leaping over, he came up, touched her with his finger, and said tenderly, \'You are poorly, ma\'am. What can I do?\'

Eustacia started up, and said, \'Ah, Charley--you have followed me. You did not think when I left home in the summer that I should come back like this!\'

\'I did not, dear ma\'am. Can I help you now?\'

\'I am afraid not. I wish I could get into the house. I feel giddy--that\'s all.\'

\'Lean on my arm, ma\'am, till we get to the porch, and I will try to open the door.\'

He supported her to the porch, and there depositing her on a seat hastened to the back, climbed to a window by the help of a ladder, and descending inside opened the door. Next he assisted her into the room, where there was an old-fashioned horsehair settee as large as a donkey wagon. She lay down here, and Charley covered her with a cloak he found in the hall.